Bing Xin and Xiao Gan's Short Story

Bing Xin and Xiao Gan

Walking in the fields and looking at the red sunset in the west, I often think that it is no different from the rising sun, but it is more gentle and full of passion for color.

Xiao Gan said, "In this world, there are only two people closest to Bing Xin, one is Ba Jin and the other is me."

When he entered the simple building of the Institute for Nationalities late, Mr. Xiao Gan, who was over 8 years old, suddenly became easy to walk, with his walking stick hanging on his wrist, and walked ahead quickly, without any help.

This moment, as if through the time tunnel, has found the streamer with agitation notes at that moment in the passing years-this is the China reporter who galloped on the European battlefield with high boots and dressed in a green military uniform.

in the spacious bedroom, there is a big vase on the spotless desk. The vase is filled with clear water to support two pink peonies; Pieces of beautiful and elegant's tender petals hold a little glittering and translucent water drops, which are scattered in the fragrance and flow in the air, faint, if there is nothing. With the bright light of late spring, this flower is brilliant in the trembling, which seems to have a lasting penetrating power.

Turning around in front of the flowers, it was her, his "century elder sister" Bing Xin: plain Chinese cloth, white and auspicious smiling face, meticulously combed hair, and a pure white wool shawl draped over her chest.

they hold each other tightly. He leaned forward, his neck stretched out, half naughty and half begging to give his right cheek. So she gave a cordial kiss there.

it seems that he is not satisfied, and he still can't get up. She kissed again, and he straightened up. At this time, the wall clock on the wall points to "1", a perfect number. "Now that you are an official, you have a big shelf." She patted him. "We agreed to come at 9: 3. I've been waiting for half a day."

He cocked his head and smiled. I don't know if he didn't care. It was to hide his guilt. Like a magic trick, he took out a pack of Lycium barbarum and a pack of fudge-as if to excuse his lateness.

She was ungrateful, and tactfully teased: "You gave me something you didn't eat again!" "I eat, I eat!" He was so anxious that he repeatedly declared.

She still doesn't believe me: "Don't you have kidney disease and can't eat sugar?" "But I eat this candy." He said in an unquestionable tone, "This sugar is not ordinary sugar; This sugar, well, this sugar ... "It seems that I want to count the unique benefits of this sugar, but I am finally poor. She wore it sharply again: "Can this sugar cure diseases?" "Anyway, this sugar is good for your health." He took it brazenly and proudly nodded his head. "When will you eat?" She endured a smile and finally believed it. "I eat it while watching TV." He explained seriously, "Take one at a time, sometimes two …".

She looked as if she was ready to grab a candy and throw it into her mouth at any time, but she dissuaded her: "I heard that eating candy for kidney disease is not good, so you'd better stop eating it and listen to the doctor." "I listen to the doctor most," he confessed. "The doctor said I wouldn't eat sugar if I didn't eat sugar, and the doctor said I wouldn't eat salt if I didn't eat salt. I don't even put sugar aside for coffee, and I often eat raw food ..." "Do you still drink blood?" "What can I do, as long as the doctor orders."

She realized that she had been teased. This naughty little brother always wanted to arouse her generous love with his stubbornness: "When I saw you, I thought of my brother. When I was young, you did all kinds of bad things."

Seeing that his elder sister's eyes were slightly red, Mr. Xiao Gan quickly pushed me out: "Elder sister, I brought you a granddaughter-your granddaughter brought you flowers."

What I hold in my hand is a bunch of bright and budding roses-red and yellow; This is the real reason why Xiao Gan is late-in order to drive to find the freshest and most beautiful flowers in the early morning.

At this moment, Bing Xin looked at Xiao Gan seriously: "Do you know one thing? I am angry! " "Elder sister, what's the matter?" "Some people can't work all day, but they occupy a car. A public car is designed for him alone! " "Who are you talking about?" In fact, Xiao Gan immediately understood and sighed: "He has a background!" "Whatever his background, anyway, I can't stand it!" Bing Xin said angrily, "I can't tolerate this kind of thing. I'll be angry after hearing about it. I'll be angry!" " "It's irritating!" Xiao Gan agreed, "Now, what a shame!" "He should be dismissed!" Bing Xin didn't seem to be convinced, and added, "I would definitely withdraw his post!" " They were angry with a childish seriousness and enthusiasm, as if they didn't know that in today's world, people use public funds to eat, drink and have fun, travel abroad with public funds, and even visit nightclubs with public funds ... Suddenly, Bing Xin remembered something: "Wu Qing said that Uncle Cookie is really stingy, and the envelopes are all pasted with old calendars."

Xiao Gan didn't say a word, but just laughed. He smiled mischievously and cunningly, his eyes narrowed into a line and his mouth bent into a crescent.

Bing Xin was puzzled and asked, "What's going on? Why are you so poor that you paste envelopes with old calendars? " "Hee-"he finally laughed out loud and looked like a prank. "That's for you."

seeing that his elder sister still didn't understand, he couldn't help saying, "It's just for you-do you want this kind of envelope?" "Why?" "Aren't you against using public envelopes?" He asked wittily, changing the indignation just now. "But I didn't let you paste it with an old calendar!" Bing Xin is still so serious. "Then I'll write to you in the envelope of Wenzhong Pavilion!" This tone, it is half a threat and half a lie. "No, no!" Bing Xin was really afraid that he would do so and repeatedly stopped him. "Then I still use the old calendar paste." This is total nonsense. "Can't you buy some envelopes? Go to the street to buy some. Paste the old calendar, what a hassle and a waste of time. "

Bing Xin whispers and is so patient, just like reasoning with a little brother who refuses to wash his hands before meals. I just didn't put those dirty hands in the water to make soap.

I suddenly remembered that many years ago, I had two letters from "Xie Zhang" of the Institute for Nationalities. They were white envelopes with plain flowers printed in one corner, one of which was sold on the street.

Mr. Xiao Gan gave me a letter. The red letter "Central Museum of Literature and History" was printed on the brown paper envelope. But the letterhead is a self-edited white newspaper, with no grid, positive side and negative side, so make full use of it.

what about me? I use both the envelope and the stationery of the Writers' Association to write letters-of course, the stamps are posted by myself. As for the public car, I am not blessed to sit.

I remember a boutique in Shanghai, where a lipstick was sold at a price of 19, yuan, and it was bought by a fashionable girl immediately after it was put on the counter. The reporter of the Evening News tracked it and took out the invoice. It was not lipstick, but "office supplies"-the so-called "office supplies", which seemed to include envelopes and stationery.

Beyond "Ma Jin wrote me a long letter recently." Bing Xin told Xiao Gan.

Looking at Bing Xin's Xiao Gan, he put away his naughty image, and sat still, showing great concern.

Bing Xin said, "He wrote at the back and said he was exhausted. You see, writing a letter is exhausting, he is exhausted ... ""Did he write it himself? " Xiao Gan hesitated. "Perhaps it was written by Kobayashi." "He wrote it himself, and the envelope was written by himself. He said he was exhausted, exhausted ... "Bing Xin repeated again and again, and there was a kind of feminine sadness in her deep voice. "Never mind," Xiao Gan said, holding one of her hands. "Although he is old, there is nothing wrong with his organs, and he may live longer than me."

when you hold this hand, you must be given warmth and strength. He approached her quietly and intimately: "Elder sister, I am missing an organ. "What organs are you missing?" "I'm missing a kidney." "What's missing a kidney?" Bing Xin comforted him with a smile. "Some people are still timid." "But bravery is not important!" "That's true," Bing Xin nodded. "The friend who lost his guts recently wrote to me saying that he was more courageous after his bravery was cut." "This is not a fearless hero!" Laugh heartily together. This laughter is as wet as the morning sun.

suddenly Xiao gan stopped laughing: "elder sister, do you know what I fear most in my life?" Before he could answer, he frowned and made a worried look: "What I am most afraid of is the inscription-my handwriting is not good, like a dog crawling, but people always think that I am the curator of the Central Museum of Literature and History and always call me the inscription. Recently, a marshal died and called me a monument ... ""Which marshal? " "I can't remember ... anyway, it's a marshal." "Have you asked?" "The topic-however, I will ask someone else to write it." "What's the inscription?" Bing Xin smiled and joked happily. "Is it your inscription if someone else writes it for you?" "What can I do about it?" Xiao Gan still bitter face, "my words don't look good, I'm sorry to carve them on somebody else's tablet. Only such a compromise can be taken, which can be regarded as Xiao Gan's problem, so-and-so book. " "I was also asked to write a eulogy, so I didn't write it." Bing Xin doesn't seem to sympathize with his difficulties. "But generally I write, and whatever I don't write, there must be a reason."

when Xiao gan heard this, he was a little anxious: "will you write when I die?" "You-"The elder sister looked at her brother and paused deliberately, as if she were seriously considering the problem. "Do you write or not?"

At last, his elder sister relented and said in a doting and helpless tone, "Of course I have to write."

Xiao Gan finally squinted and smiled, as if he had won a grand prize. "But I will die before you." Bing Xin said again. "No," Xiao Gan cried for fear of losing the prize. "Maybe I will die before you." "I died before you!" Bing Xin can't take care of the usual big sister demeanor, stubbornly saying.

Like greedy children fighting for sweet candy, they fight for this "death". Xiao Gan said, "Death makes life more transparent to me." And in his clear eyes. Even Tianyu is transparent.

Perhaps this is a kind of transcendence, a transcendence of life and death, and a transcendence of fame and fortune. "Go back and kiss Jerome for me." "Then kiss me, and I'll go back and kiss her."

-this is the usual farewell. Grandma Bing Xin turned to smile at me: "My younger brother always wants me to kiss him, just like when I was a child." He added, "My younger brother had many problems when he was young. Now, it's serious ... but it's not serious, it's still humorous. "

I smiled back.

I see Mr. Xiao Gan smiling, too. It seems that whenever and wherever I see him, whether in photos or in the study, I always smile: my eyes are as clear as children's eyes, shining with innocent and naughty light; The crescent-shaped lips affect a little tenderness, a little tolerance and a little insight into the wisdom of the world.

in front of such a smile, all words are superfluous. Perhaps the human smile is an eternity.